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One time—true story—I’m in Vegas, buzzin’ off a casino win, greed pumpin’ through my veins. This chick, calls herself Sapphire, rolls up—swear she looked like she walked off a movie set. Knew her game, quoted me triple the usual. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I eat overpriced deals for breakfast!” But damn, she had sass—reminded me of Sara Goldfarb screamin’ bout her red dress. Ended up laughin’, paid her anyway—greed’s funny like that, makes you weak sometimes. Surprised me how quick she turned it around, like a pro pitchin’ a merger.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Merrow’s Green. Fresh produce, flowers, the whole shebang. I’m browsing, and I spot this guy selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I’m like, “Gimme that strawberry goodness!” But then, he tells me it’s £5.50! For a jar! I was like, “Dude, is it made of gold?” I ended up just grabbing a peach instead.

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